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district hood - yung prh lyrics

[intro: yung prh]
yayayayayayaaa

[chorus: yung prh]
flexin’ on ’em d-mn loud (ayy)
that sh-t’s what i can doubt (what)
n-gga, i ain’t stand out
n-gga, i ain’t stand out (ayy, ayy)
only wearin’ louis v
money on my gucci tee (gucci tee)
district hood, ice on me
district hood, f-ck you b
(whoop, whoop, whoop)
(ayy) when we take pulls on the blunt like yah (like yah)
can you feel the smoke comin’ down on ya? (on ya)
sh-t, i’m high again, oh god (oh god)
n-ggas want money, i haven’t even started
(nope)

[verse: la1zar]
yayayayayayaaa
fakin’ on with the district hood
diamonds blinkin’ in my hood
sh-t just got me sinkin’, up i stood
b-tches bust up in my cars
suckin’ d-ck and smashin’ ya
countin’ stacks until i die
and i still make a spiegelei
lakin’ b-tches d-mn nice
i don’t play these, i get b-tches
what the f-ck you thinkin’?
im insane, right?
same side
lyin’ on the floor, floor, floor
big -ss dancin’ b-tches, just like j-lo, lo, (lo, lo)
all my n-ggas hatin’ you, so, so
dawg, they runnin’ for ya with the .4, .4, .4
until i drop, i fill you up
my racks are cut, my stacks are shut
you fakin’ ’cause i tapin’ those
on all my shoes, i see lacoste
my n-ggas are droppin’ the silla (ay)
believe me, don’t k!ll me like trigger (ay)
my money is light, i’m bein’ alright
lookin’ up the skylight

- yung prh lyrics

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